LIVIA’S POV.
(Kaia’s Head)
I have survived and lived for this moment. If Kaia is the last person I get to inflict pain on before getting lost in the middle of nowhere. Probably somewhere between this era and the modern one. I will care about that later, but for now—
“Hi.” I say as I walk into her room.
Her dark room. I could stumble, but I will not. Hopefully.
“It is too early or too late.” Her fluffy voice comes out rough as she lights up her bedside lantern.
“It was not too early or late when I was tied to a tree. Wake up we need to talk. You do not have to worry about losing your sleep because you have not lost your sleep. You are still asleep.” I speak as she struggles to keep her eyes open while sitting.
First and foremost, this girl has not realised she does not even know me.
